Peerless Scarred Novels & Stories

With a snarl of defiance, he grabbed Elara's left arm using his body to act as a human wire. "Use the scar!" the pressman wheezed, his eyes rolling back as his features began to dissolve into printed text. "The scar is the line they couldn't edit! Let the ink bleed into the gears!" Elara looked down at her palm. The long scar from the server core was pulsing with a heat that was blistering her wrist. She did not try to pull from the pain. With a cry, she twisted her wrist violently, driving her open scar directly against the sharp teeth of the iron keys gear-head.

ANIKA'S POV:- I looked at myself in the mirror one last time. I was hell nervous. Everything was perfect but the scar on my face was messing with the look. The dress and everything Adam had brought me, they were all very stunning but I could not help that scar. I just wished it would have gone. But I was not very lucky. I even asked the Celestial if she could make it go away. But she said it was permanent. Celestial was like a God mother to me. She was always nice to me. Whenever I felt lonely, I always went to her. She always made my pains go away. Gulping the nervousness down, I held my head high and stepped out of the room.

, I came out of my car and I wasn’t surprised when Scarlett came out wearing a long face. “You bitch!” She said as she walked towards me. “Can we do this later, I got work. Thank you” I said dryly and made to enter my car but she was fast to touch me by my hand. I quickly removed her hand from my body like it was a plague and looked at her angrily. “Never in your life, I repeat, never touch me with that hand you uses to give my dad a hand job” Scarlett looked pretty embarrassed as I said that but she was quick to cover it up with a scoff.

It was old, but the pain it must have caused was evident. "It must have hurt," I murmured, my fingers tracing the raised edges of the scar. His body tensed, a flicker of fear in his eyes. I just felt like I could connect with him so much after seeing this. His scar was physical, but my own scars, though invisible, ran just as deep. I bent my head, pressing a soft kiss against the scarred flesh, a silent apology for the pain he had endured.

Ryan raised the chair in his hands, and with a swift motion, brought it down on me, his eyes cold as they met mine. I was paralyzed by the fear in my eyes, unable to move. "Ah!" The pain shot through me like a jolt of electricity, and I couldn't contain the blood-curdling scream that escaped my lips. My fingers were crushed instantly, mangled and bleeding, as I stared at them in disbelief. The physical pain, sharp and intense, barely compared to the crushing weight in my chest.

A draft of cool air blew in through the bathroom window, and before my captivated eyes, dusky pink nipples hardened to stiff peaks. My mouth watered. I wasn't sure I could handle this level of temptation. Somehow, I managed to forcibly peel my eyes away from her breasts, and I greedily took in the rest of her. Her waist was slim and feminine, and her hips told me she would have no issue bearing my children. She was scarred; dozens of tiny cuts marring her fair skin, nothing strange for a warrior of her standing, but one particular scar stood out starkly from the rest. It was fresh, seeming to have only healed recently. Just below her breasts was a deep cut caused by a blade. I knew that much

Her clothes were torn and there were claw marks and bite wounds all over her, the worst of which was a claw mark that traveled from her left collarbone to her right hip. Luckily it didn’t appear too deep, and someone had soaked it with a herb poultice, as if to help it heal. " I will help you." Scar said as she muttered some words placing her hand on the wound , she looked at it but her chants weren't doing justice. She repeated again and again before Hazel told her to stop

she announced. I furrowed my brows at her. I knew that I had no scars on my shoulder. I would prove her wrong. "I'll show you that I'm not your Issa because I do not have that scar!" I exclaimed and pulled the long jacket I was wearing off my shoulder so that the world would see. The crowd exclaimed and this made me actually look down at my arm. I gasped when I realised that there was a scar there. My heart skipped a beat. Queen Nineveh smiled as she approached me. "You have a burnt scar on your ankle too," she added.

“I eat in a peaceful and quiet place where people mind their business and don't get to interfere, that's the difference.” “Peace is overrated,” he said, tapping her tray with his fork. “Companies make things interesting.” “You are confused with unwantedness.” Aria shot back. He smiled again unfazed, like he was used to facing rejection. She hated that smile, and the way he looked at her like he saw through everything, even though she wanted to throw her water at his face, he still looked unbothered, she was becoming curious on how fearless he was. “Why does he keep following me around? No one wants the scarred girl near them. Nobody.” She mumbled to herself.

"What, is Mom not as important as some junk locket? You know what happens if her condition worsens." "I know." I cut him off, my voice cracking as I crouched on the floor. "No one knows better than me when she loses it." My old scars burned as I recalled it. Like a volatile child, she'd speak kindly one moment, and the next, brand me with a hot poker. The smell of scorched flesh haunted my nightmares. Andre fell silent, knowing how diligently I had cared for Evelyn, but a moment later, he hardened again. "I got it, you don't want her to get better."